“Can we watch old movies

during long rainstorms? Can

the smell of popcorn float down

hallways and into our noses,

sticking out as we hid in

blankets?

Can we have slow conversations

in hot showers, leaned against

tile, separated only

by steam?

I am in love with simplicity,

the easy passing of hours

with you;

we never needed

extravagance

anyway.”